Liturgy....

liturgy.... black coffee, old hands opening boxes. sweeping the floor of the soul. words shaped like photographs made of wind and tears. simple things... simple doings! the same shovel digs the grave, digs in the garden. barefoot, and half naked, no need for words, no fears to console. live without regrets, leave it all on the table. do the work, and move on. dont be the hollow religious image, a body that has no love, a love that has no body. dont be so quick to wash your hands, the dirt neath your nails is your heritage! liturgy... black coffee, and touching, the shovel, and the axe!